#nrrngtn

[tempred-a]

@nrrngtn​  plotted for the continuation of our thread . 

every time that the bells on her door jingled and the cold air rushed in,   rette would poke her head out from wherever she was in the shop and look curiously   ( and nervously )   upon whoever entered.   most were townsfolk she recognized,   coming in for flowers for the holiday decorations or medicinal things for sick family members.   there were a few people she didn’t recognize.   one man   ( who had came and gone without much interest in her shop )   and a few women who were passing through on to visit family elsewhere.   it was a few days before christmas and she found that her heart hadn’t stopped beating out of her small chest since her last letter was sent.   he was due in her shop any day now.   

the sun was lower in the sky and she was delicately tying a bow around a beautiful winter flower arrangement when she was once again assaulted by tinkling bell and winter breeze.    cornflower gaze settled upon another man and she had,   at this point,   given up on today being the day that they would meet.   the man who had entered her shop now was handsome indeed and her eyes lit up for a moment until he began looking around her shop.   ❝ i almost closed up for the evenin’   but i am   more than happy to help.  ❞  then her features betrayed words.   of course,   she would help him but she was a little disheartened.   he said he didn’t want to come on christmas day but at this point he was cutting it rather close.

pale fingers brushed a stray curl away from her face and tucked it behind ear where the rest of her long hair was tied up with her best emerald green silk head scarf.   it was an arrangement of small fiery braids and twists secured up by the scarf.   only curls escaped near her face.    ❝ are you lookin’ for something in particular? ❞  rette finished the bow and pinned it with small tacks that would hold it in place,   then smoothed cool fingers over her matching green dress.   it complimented the red of her rosy skin well.   not that she would admit it,   but she’d been wearing all of her best dresses since three days ago.  and she moved out from behind the counter and crossed into the shop floor so that she could assist him. 

#nrrngtn #[ so obviously you don't have to follow the same length and format with 2 icons ! ] #[ i just had to set the scene ] #[ we can keep it at like 2 paras ] #[ if that's cooool ] #( ⚘ . * ) — i found you without looking & love you without trying. : priv verse - nrrngtn.

[traiilblaziing]

@nrrngtn​, the DIRTY BIRDY, replies: "Fine I'll get on my knees. Wait-"

       ❛ WELL, you shan’t hear any complaints from me, dear, if you are so willing to take initiative. ❜

#nrrngtn #is he mocking james's uppercrust post accent? most likely #❛ ᶜᴷ⁻ᶜᴷ! ᶜᴷ⁻ᶜᴷ! ‧‧‧ᶜᵏ⁻ᶜᵏ? 》》crack.

[perfectmetaphore]

@nrrngtn​ liked for a one-liner - JAMES NORRINGTON

“  People are happier indulging in their fantasies than wading through this harsh reality... Don't you agree?  “  

#nrrngtn #[ NOBLE BLOOD ] #[ NORRINGTON ]

[killmebutneverinsultme2]

@nrrngtn​

#so I saw your wishlist item about letter writing and uh #I hope you don't mind I took the liberty of being a pain in the backside :P #nrrngtn #sparrington

[pacifistock-a]

&.            @nrrngtn​            ›          𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙰𝙻 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙴𝙽 .

it  was  a  new  room.      the  tardis  had  never  needed  a  room  to  spar  in  before,    and  jenny  was  taking  full  advantage  of  the  new  installment.     she’d  been  gone  hours,    left  him  asleep  without  stirring  him,   working  out  pent  up  aggression  she  denied  sat  within  her.    engineered  to  be  a  soldier  and  constantly  battling  with  herself  against  pre-programmed  ideals  meant  that  a  little  time  alone  with  a  sward  and  a  block  was  ideal.     it  wasn’t  like  sparring  with  river.    no,   she  could  be  lethal,    she  could  be  harsh  as  she  wanted  and  it  didn’t  matter.     and  she’s  fully  drawn  in. 

presence  is  finally  felt  behind  her,    but  she  has  no  idea  how  long  it’d  been  there.     sword  swings  and  she  turns  with  it,   halting  blade  just  shy  of  his  neck  and  smirking  up  at  him  from  behind  the  silver.    “   morning.   ”

#nrrngtn #nrrngtn thread 06 . #THE GOAL IS TEN #i'm ............. so excited

[eternlle]

♡♡♡      𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   :    @nrrngtn​

she never would have imagined herself as a teacher before it happened    ---    or even considered mentoring little kids, until a coworker pointed out that she’d be good at it.    obligation isn’t her thing    ;    neither is steady employment, really, or england, yet here she is, wrapped up in all three.    it’s as wild as it sounds, yet somehow, evelyn’s found something she’s good at.    every tuesday at five o’clock, her little butterflies flutter in, and she spends two hours teaching them to move, singing and dancing, telling them stories to make them laugh and showing them leaps that leave them gasping with delight.     it’s something to look forward to, and hasn’t gotten boring yet    ;    on the contrary, evelyn loves getting to work with her petites.      thirteen girls, between the ages of five and six    ( an age she never got to enjoy with her own daughter )   ---   the prime age, they’ve discovered, for learning to dance.

tonight is their first big performance  :   a dance for father’s day, with an invitation extended to all the girls’ dads.    their first real audience.   anxiety thrums in her chest like a steam - powered engine, but it only fuels her on.    evelyn hasn’t sat down all night   ;   she is a blur of movement, making sure the girls’ fairy costumes are on correctly, the dance room decorated, the music ready, the chairs for the fathers set out.     so much to do!   so little time to do it! 

as each father ushers their girls in, evelyn is at the door to greet them.   some are new faces, some aren’t.   she finds a kind word to say about each of their girls as she steers the fathers to their seats.     yes, her throat is almost choked with excitement   ---   no doubt she’s glowing with it   ---   but that’s no excuse not to be friendly.    ( this isn’t her night, after all  ---   it’s for the dads and the girls. )

❛  mr. norrington  ---  lotte’s father, right?   it’s so nice to finally meet you!     i was just telling your sister last week, when she picked lotte up, what a natural dancer she is.     she’s so light on her feet, and has such enthusiasm  ---  ❜

any attempt at conversation is cut off when little lotte, fairy wings bouncing, rushes up to her father in near tears   ---   something about a lost sparkly headband.

#// shhhh i know it got long i just HAD to set it up!! ignore the length and do what you vibe with #// if you need anything changed?? i'll change it in a second #nrrngtn #( int : 2000 - 2020 ) would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

[thomashxmilton]

@nrrngtn liked for a starter

Lord Thomas Hamilton had prided himself in knowing each and every person who attended his and Miranda’s parties they held at the house. He always saw the value in getting to know as many people as possible. His father always had disapproved Thomas’ eagerness to socialize with any sort of person. Celebrating the Christmas holiday, Thomas had extended an invitation to the Naval men in James’ regiment, figuring that many of them probably didn’t have places to celebrate the holiday.

Looking around the crowd, he saw a new face he hadn’t seen before. Most of the men here he had at least met in passing with his interactions with James. Commodore Norrington. He remembered the Admiral mentioning something about a new transfer from the Caribbean. Making his way over to him, Thomas asked, “Commodore Norrington, I presume?” Holding a hand out Thomas said, “I’m Thomas Hamilton. 

#nrrngtn #//i hope this is okay!

[imnxtsorry]

@nrrngtn liked for a starter 

She had felt awkwardness around him ever since the proposal, and it had never gone away. If anything when her engagement to Will had spectacularly blown up while the Commodore was gone, embarrassment and an odd sense of failure had joined forces whenever she thought of James. So much pain and nothing to show for it. And James, who had called Will her latest fiancé, teasing her about Jack and her supposed attraction to him, hinting that there was more to his stories, was clearly still in the dark. It was strange how for a moment his frankness, his willingness to be so boldly direct, even those smirks, despite telling her that the man had lost too much, had wiped away most of the uncomfortableness. The topic was something she refused to dwell on, but James himself had touched that side of her that felt more at ease when propriety was forgotten in a way she didn’t find insulting. Would he feel like he had been lucky enough to be spared from having her as a wife, if she told him the truth? Or would he feel even more bitter, perhaps even show anger, since her rejection had been out of naïve notions of love that had led to nothing but arguments she and Will didn’t know how to prevent nor solve, nearly destroying even the friendship underneath? There had been heartbreak but also relief at the end of it all. 

But none of that matter now, there had been no time to explain, to talk, and the three men had all been equally ridiculous while fighting over the heart while Elizabeth and the others had had to face Jones’ crew, because once nearly surrounded it was obvious to her that she couldn’t try to run. But perhaps this was what had always been meant to be: to either die to give them a chance or even become the next captain of the Dutchman, sail for as long as she’d have to, maybe forever, and free Will’s father.  “Into the boat!” she told them, drawing their attention, “I will take the chest with me!” “What are y-Elizabeth!” Will’s expression went from confusion to horror now that she was facing them in her walk back to the boat, blood on her side and covering her hand she was using to press on her wound. She stumbled but kept going out of duty.  “They’ll follow me,” she had to grab James’ arm to avoid falling, “If I have the chest. I wouldn’t be able to reach the Pearl anyway, not while fighting, not if I have to climb. But at least the three of you will have a chance!” She looked up to see James’ face, as much as she could stand straight while the pain was truly starting to hit, and missed how Will was already throwing himself to take her place and reaching for the chest, “Don’t wait for me. Take this as my redemption.” She did not ask for forgiveness over not choosing him, that was her heart’s right, but she felt the weight of having been a big part of the chain of events that had led him to be disgraced.

#nrrngtn #v. free woman #stolen redemption #elizabeth starter #again don't worry if you can't match the length!

[killmebutneverinsultme]

Not a pair of eyes can fail to fall upon the veiled woman on the dance floor. A Spanish noblewoman, they whisper. The daughter of a visiting ambassador in talks for peace between the nations. Scandalous, is the word upon many lips, without evidence of any loss of virtue, for the English sensibilities can handle neither the speed at which she dances nor her methods. Where the jolly and festive - but reserved! - beats set out the path, she makes her own, this whirling, exotic thing who steals the breath and hearts of every young man who braves to take her jewelled hand.

A mute, they remark, or perhaps one who has taken a vow of silence, for the Spanish are known to be so devout. None have managed to coax a word from her, no matter how she is addressed.

She leaves the floor only to collect herself a glass of wine, paying no heed to the mutterings of where her chaperone or father might be. The veil lifts only enough to allow the glass up behind it, not for anyone to spy what lies beneath. Once she’s gained a mouthful and secured her continued modesty, her dark, devious gaze settles upon the lone Commodore. She stares at him pointedly, even as other men prowl closer to offer their arms.

@nrrngtn​ 

#one ball starter #with a very special lady lmao #nrrngtn #t: jingle belle of the ball #idk have a cheesy name for the thread pfft

[rhaelluna]

RHAELLA HAPPENED TO be lost in her own world , particularly thinking about her most recent outing ; and such scandalous activities with a handsome man . She believed that seeing him would not happen so soon , but she was clearly proven wrong upon seeing the man . Rhaella wondered if she should make an attempt to talk to him , she needed to make a decision quick as if appeared he was about to leave . With that , the waiting woman finally voiced herself , ❛ James ! Hello ! ❜ She smiled brightly , a wave to seek out his attention . 

@nrrngtn​​ / semi plotted starter !

#[ its smol uwu ] #nrrngtn #❛ ♛ - STARTER.

[tempred-a]

@nrrngtn​   wants me to die from angst.   so here . . . 

laptop was open  &  beside her on the pillow his head would normally lie.   it was just past 4pm in america  . . .  and so clock a the bottom right hand of her screen read   10:49    in glaring white letters.   she had class early the next morning,   but they took whatever time they could to talk.   grasped at it   greedily   because she missed him so.    yet,   he’d grown increasingly spacey  &  now was nearly an hour late to when he was meant to video call her.   auburn lashes were heavy and they threatened to fall ‘pon her cheeks until the   familiar ringtone   of skype as well as obnoxious blue screen lit up.  immediately,   she sat up in bed and settled laptop upon bare legs as she clicked the green phone icon to answer him.   it was dark in her room but the lamp across the room lit her up fairly well.   

❝ hey you,   i was beginnin’ to worry you’d   forgotten . . . ❞   voice is sleep addled but eyes shone bright otherwise because she was happy to lay her eyes on him.   he had used the app to call her  &   in the background was many a busy body.   where was he?    ❝ almost fell asleep but i had the laptop on your pillow,  ❞  turns the laptop so she can show him the indention in soft pillow.   camera trains back on her upper body and face.   she wore one of his t-shirts.   ❝ looks like you may not have long  . . .   busy and all that.   i really just wanted to see you before bed. ❞   truly,   she was one of the most understanding and supportive individuals.   they hadn’t been together long when he told her that he’d received an offer to tour his book.   had urged him to do it and advance his career.   see some sights as well.   and of course,   she’d missed him.   had told him   &   shown him that multiple times on video call.   sometimes wearing a lot less clothing.      

#nrrngtn #( ⚘ . * ) — i found you without looking & love you without trying. : priv verse - nrrngtn. #[ smh at you james ]

[ilianchant]

@nrrngtn​

Even in the Caribbean, the air in the morning at the docks could be downright freezing. Anne pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders as she studied the contents of the letter over and over again, as if the words would change if she just read them often enough, clinging onto every letter, every little spot of ink as  It was better if she would lay low for now, until it had been sorted out. There were rumours about a house raid in Port-au-Prince, could as well be hers. 

She looked up towards the ship that was to take her long, if that message hadn’t got to her mere moments first. Now she stood here, unsure of what to do next. Well, it was obvious, back to the inn where she had spent her last week and then... wait. For this to just blow over like a storm, or for a potential French agent to stab her in her sleep, or- she quickly folded the letter and shoved it into the sleeve of her dress, trying to think about anything else as not to feel the sickness creeping into her core; her ghostly pallor only accentuated the deep dark circles under her eyes, her mouth pressed into a thin line. Better to get back.

#nrrngtn #i hope this is ok! #i finally got to reply after... a decade #{ HOW COULD SHE GO ASTRAY? // anne main verse. }

[lurkingxmurmur]

@nrrngtn​ x Admiral Norrington 

Sometimes people can be beasts when they believe a woman to be below them, loose and inferior in every way, and when she trips after walking past the gate of the manor, her walking stick failing her, laughter follows instead of concern, a tipsy man offering to help her up for a kiss. She stands, a hint of tears of mortifications in her eyes, and it's pure stubbornness that allows her to limp towards the door with her head up; she recognizes both the tall Admiral that was introduced to her not long ago and the maid who, horrified by what just happened, is already rambling and doesn't know how to help - for the tipsy man is an important one as are his friends. "It's quite alright, dear, no need to trouble anyone over a small accident. Admiral Norrington, it's a pleasure to see you again," Lorelei manages a smile if tight and attempts to get up the steps, fighting to hide any sign of distress: soon she'll sing and forget all about it for a few minutes. But she's been so thrown off that between the recent rain making the stone more slipper, her heels and the trembling of her hands, her cane nearly slips and she drops her purse, her eyes closing in frustration.

x-x

#nrrngtn #v. fallen and risen again #singing at port royal #lorelei starter

[piraticalarchive]

This challenge has eluded him thus far - something that should be easy proving itself anything but. Ringed fingers tap against his station in frustration, blue eyes roving over the ingredients that have been given to him. Bloody hell - what daft lunatic can make something from this? The judges and host are watching intently, standing too near for Killian to ease his frustration through the destruction of Jack Sparrow - so the Irishman turns his gaze to the lad not far on the left Black boots edge a little closer, neck craning to see just what James Norrington is up to.  A little prying never hurt - and perhaps it will give him some bloody idea of what to do next. “Oh, aye - that looks good mate.” What the bloody hell was it?? “What made you think of it? Some sordid story from your past, perhaps?”

@nrrngtn​ didn’t really ask for a starter but surprise !!

#nrrngtn #british bakeoff au; #okay honestly like you dont have to reply to this #me: damn i should really write with this blog but hmm what should we write #me: obviously they need to be baking buddies.

[killmebutneverinsultme2]

[In continuation from correspondence]

He must have been out of his mind. Well, that was nothing new since the Locker, but it was something people were willing to allow. Several times Gibbs had questioned why it was necessary to wait around for a man who had handed rule of the seas over to Beckett and helped cause Jack’s death and each time it had only made Jack more annoyed and more determined to go on with the plan. In any case, he’d been willing to hand Norrington over to Jones not long before.

The letters were always on Jack’s mind. What quite made him send the first one he still couldn’t pin down. He told himself it was because he missed the thrill of being chased, of having a main enemy to outsmart. Barbossa was out there on another ship now and had his own plans, which didn’t include getting involved with Jack. Besides, he couldn’t send Hector these sorts of letters. He’d only roll his eyes and tear them up. Norrington, however. Oh, Jack loved to imagine the expressions the man must have been pulling. He hadn’t expected to receive a reply, let alone the one he got. After that, things spiralled. He couldn’t help himself, and what at first was a joke between men felt half-true in his mind. Within a couple of weeks the captain had fantasised about James in various unmentionable ways and he began to hope that maybe, just maybe, Norrington could be interested in a bit of fraternising. Pirates could do what they wanted. It wasn’t unknown for Jack to have dallied with men. But James was a different breed.

By December the captain was practically bonkers with the idea of it. When Norrington agreed to meet he knew he would need a great deal of rum to be able to face him with confidence. It was just a game. Barrel of laughs. 

His crew was fuller than ever, having reaped the rewards of his fame in the war with the EITC. He didn’t need Norrington, but still Jack insisted he wanted to take the risk. Pirates scouted the place out each day that week, checking as best they could for any signs of an ambush. It was easily possible that James could have resorted to underhanded methods, appeasing Jack in the hope of capturing him to deliver to England.

At last the ex-admiral made an appearance and with no indication that there was something sinister afoot. Word was sent to Sparrow and he crept in. He waited until the man’s back was turned then snuck to the recruiting desk and presented himself, arms folded, boots upon the table, pretending he had been there all along.

“Jimmy!” he called to catch Norrington’s attention. “Fancy seeing you ‘ere.”

@nrrngtn

#one follow-up thread hehe #nrrngtn

[pacifistock-a]

&.         @nrrngtn​​​​​           ›             closed  starter ,        𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

door  is  slammed  as  she  walks  into  house,    trying  valiantly  to  get  boot  off  of  her  foot  but  corset  makes  it  beyond  difficult.    screaming  with  rage,    knife  is  pulled  from  her  inside  leg  and  she’s  cutting  at  dress,     ripping  wherever  she  could.    “   women  don’t  act  like  that  my  arse.     i’ll  show  you  how  women  act  and  i’ll  shove  your  stupid  kitchen  work  where  the  bloody  sun  doesn’t  shine!!   ”     strands  of  hair  start  to  poke  out  from  pristine  style,    dress  now  in  tatters  along  the  floor,    knife  thrown  at  wall  and  sticking.     that’s  when  eyes  fall  upon  him  and  she  stops,     chest  heaving.     puff  of  air  sent  skyward  to  move  strand  of  hair  out  of  the  way,    expression  full  of  annoyance.     “   i  hate  it  here.    i  hate  it  here  so  much.   ”

#nrrngtn #nrrngtn thread 08 . #The Goal Is Ten #also she's so mad who even knows what happened #jenny was not made for the 1700s